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Jun 2021
My rage is a dandelion seed head scattering
to the wind; I can't catch
every piece.

Though, sometimes, one may float
into my palm, and I examine it to find
that the spiky yet soft hairs of the fury white drifter make no sense to me.

© Nathan A. Brock
Written by
Nathan A Brock  34/M/Behind you
(34/M/Behind you)   
     am i ee, Zulma, Bogdan Dragos and ---
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